Dirty Love (Dirty Girl Duet #2)(28)

Her smile is wide and genuine. “No worries about that. I’ll have something sent over. I wouldn’t let you show up underdressed or out of place. Trust me, G.”

All of a sudden, my world has tilted in an entirely new direction. With the nickname she’s bestowed on me, the same one that my best friend uses, I feel like I’ve become part of Cav’s world.

Is this what he wanted when he brought me here? To see if I could fit and we could have a life outside New York and both our pasts? Is that what I want?

A few weeks ago, I would have said my entire life was in New York—my job, my friends, my family. But right now, with Cav’s hand resting on my hip, I feel like I really could have a new beginning here. Maybe a new job. More friends. And my own family. It’s a foundation-rocking thought, but I’m thinking it nonetheless.

Windsor is waiting for an answer, and I give her the only one I want to speak. “That would be great. Thank you so much. I can’t wait.”

She smiles at both Cav and me. “You two are so f*cking cute. Come have fun tonight; I swear it’ll be worth it.”

“Thanks, Win. We’ll be there.”





“What the hell did she send you? Is that the whole dress?” I’m ready to kill Windsor.

Short. Tight. Red.

It’s traffic-stopping.

In all reality, the dress is no worse than what you see any night of the week in the LA clubs, but on Greer, it looks sinful. I want to wrap her up in a nun’s habit so no other man can see all her soft, creamy skin. Her dark hair is pulled up, leaving her neck bare and vulnerable.

“You don’t like it?” Greer turns in the mirror, tugging the short skirt of the dress down so it covers a few inches past the curve of her ass.

“Fuck. I love it, but I still want to kill her. She knew exactly what she sent you, and she did it to see if I’d let you out of the house like that.”

Greer turns, and her anxiety about the dress is clear on her face. I’m not helping matters with my outburst.

“It’s not that bad, is it? I mean, it’s not like you can see anything.”

She’s right, you can’t, but the length of the dress and the color makes me want to bend her over and pull the skirt up before I paddle her ass until it matches the red of the fabric.

“You look beautiful, Greer. But I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you while you’re wearing it.”

And dammit, she’s my woman, so I don’t have to keep my hands off her.

I think back to the games we played in Belize, and how hot they were for both of us. For me, there was no pretending. I like being in control, and Greer responded like she was born to it. But is she game to make it a permanent thing in our relationship?

“I wouldn’t expect you to keep your hands off me.”

Her flirty tone gives me the opening I need. “When we were in Belize, you let me take the lead. And if we were still there, pretending no rules applied, I’d tell you to take off your panties and hand them to me.” I step closer to her. “What I need to know is how you’d react if I told you to do that here. Now. To let me take the lead again.”

Greer bites her lip, her brain working overtime. I imagine she’s flipping through the memories just like I am and trying to decide if she can take this chance with me.

What she says now will tell me whether she trusts me yet or not.

I open my mouth to tell her that there’s no pressure, she can think about it, but she beats me with her response.

“Yes. I want that.”

“Are you sure?”

She stares up at me with those dark eyes, and I can read the excitement in them. “Yes, I’m positive.”

“Then take off your panties and hand them to me.”

Her pupils dilate at the order, and she slips into the role like a seasoned actress. “This dress is way too short for that. I’ll end up flashing everyone when I get out of the car, and it’ll be like that Britney debacle, but worse, because it’ll be me.”

I knew Greer was perfect before, but this just sealed it. I beat back the smile tugging at my mouth and see just how far she’s willing to go.

“Then I guess you better keep your legs closed like a good little girl so no one sees that *. Because it’s mine, and I’ll spank your ass if you show it to another man.”

“You can’t be serious.” She might sound like she’s protesting, but without a bra, her nipples are pressing against the fabric of the bodice.

“You like it. Now, take those panties off and hand them over.”

Greer is practically squirming where she stands in the black stiletto sandals Windsor sent along with the dress.

“If they aren’t in my hand in ten seconds, you’re going to be wearing a plug all night, and instead of enjoying the party, you’re going to be focused on keeping your ass tight so it stays in.”

Her dark eyes go wide. “You— What— I—” She stammers words that make no sense.

“Ten,” I say, starting the count.

Greer stays still, arms by her side, her face the picture of shock.

“Nine.” I hold out my hand. “Eight.”

She doesn’t move.

“Fuck, baby. My cock is going to be hard all night knowing your ass is filled. Seven.”